Snared Is My Care
The wind that swept across the hand of time - So i glide along the mist, the cr6me of age - I am caged, inside a six sided room - I painted a portrait, the saint which brooms - The moon with a cow, my resentless destruction of the broken in my vows - I sleep not to keep, my memories which i have lost - The good i have damaged, the thought of rude mixed with sooth - I run in a field, the flowers winter my seeds - The vines of the rose, i use her thorns as a shield, allthough i bleed with needs - My sword, the blade is always unsheathed, i am soaked in blood, my heart snakes for a rat to feed - The cover to my lies, i feel the breeze, off the wings of a fly - I see the colors, the mutter of whispers, from a butterfly - I am clouded with fear, my mind, the engine that break my gears - The screams out of my past, the excitement to pain, i can hear - snared is my care to the web, the spider ate the bears
poem by Unic Cjonr
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